Your Gita

Tell me, supreme soul
How does it feel to have to
Fall into flesh
Just to teach your children
Why they should kill

Tell me, supreme weigher and
Measurer of it all
How does it feel to condone
Fingers being cut
Dreams shattered and lives broken
How does it feel, wisest judge,
To approve such harsh judgement

Tell me, greatest being, most perfect one
What makes you plunge into flesh
And walk as a man
Just to tell brother to kill
Brother?

Tell me about your wheel
And your book of rules
Tell me about this reincarnation scam
You’ve got going on
Tell me about fate and curses
And doom that falls
On everyone
Is that how you show
You are impartial?

I don’t need a god
To kill everyone in the end.
Reality will do that.